I was completely bare from the waist down, and he wasn’t just seeing me naked, his face was literally inches away from said nakedness. I tensed, squeezing my thighs together to hide, but that only earned me a stinging slap to my ass cheek.
“Ow!”
He curled his hand behind my left knee, lifting my foot out of my rumpled clothes and resting my leg over his shoulder. Leaning his head back, he unabashedly took me in, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them before. He seemed to be trying to implant the image of me in his mind, and I’d never felt more exposed—or more turned on in my life.
He circled my clit with his thumb, watching the movement with the same intensity he did everything. “This is mine.”
Circling one final time, he slid his thumb down through me until it met up with my ass, spreading my wetness around the rim before retreating back up. I might have been vividly hallucinating at that point.
“The next time you get wet over me, you better sit on my fucking face until I feel my soul leave my body and tap out.” Then he was on me.
The first touch of his tongue had my spine arching, and when he swirled the tip around my clit, my head fell back as I panted. By the third thrust of it inside me, I wasn’t just seeing stars, I was mapping out entire fucking constellations.
Balancing on only one leg, I sank my fingers into his dark hair, fisting it at the roots to steady myself. He didn’t seem to mind the pain. If anything, he sped up.
He plunged two fingers back inside me as he focused in on my clit, licking and sucking at it until my senses mixed and I was hearing smells and seeing tastes. “Oh fuck, I’m going to—”
“Do it.” His words vibrated against my core, and then he sucked hard.
I broke, clenching around him and yelling out his name among a multitude of incoherent sounds. He never stopped his ministrations, letting me ride his face like an animal as I fell apart.
“Holy shit.”
“Baby, that wasn’t even the half of it.” He gave me one final lick, all the way up with the flat of his tongue, before standing and cradling my head.
I looked into his eyes, and the desire and affection looking back at me made me feel powerful. I reached up and encircled my hands around the wrists framing my face. “Then give me the rest.”
His nostrils flared, and he brushed a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. “I want to. I want you so badly I could saw through these goddamn pants, but I need to make sure you understand something first.”
“Okay.”
“In here, I will take control because you and I both know you need it that way in order to turn your mind off. I will learn your body better than my own and have you writhing and begging me for more.”
He caressed his thumbs across my cheeks and down the line of my jaw to press on my chin, forcing my lips apart. “But outside this room, Maddie, you fucking own me. I will worship the very ground you walk on if you’ll only let me.”
Closing the distance, he kissed me, and it was gentle and thorough. He molded himself to me until I could taste, not just myself on his tongue, but his soul.
He only removed his mouth long enough to drag my top up over my head, then he was back on me. His hands were moving up and down my back, pulling me in and pressing my stomach against the hard bulge fighting against his sweats.
Diving under his shirt, I ran my fingers up his torso, feeling every ripple of muscle as I made my way up to his chest. I raised his shirt high enough to catch a glimpse of his nipples, waiting for him to lift his arms and allow me to remove it all the way.
But he didn’t budge, the control freak apparently taking his claim seriously.
I pouted. “I want to feel you.”
When he still didn’t move, I pressed an open kiss to the divot between his pecs, darting my tongue out to taste his skin. He shuddered, his hands lowering to my bare ass.